


The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend

by Imqueerwitch



Category: Merlin (TV)
Genre: Enemies to Friends, Enemies work together, Gay Merlin (Merlin), Kilgharrah Sucks, Magic Revealed
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-07-20
Updated: 2020-07-20
Packaged: 2021-03-04 20:41:30
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,643
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25392532
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Imqueerwitch/pseuds/Imqueerwitch
Summary: When Arthur goes missing, Merlin finds himself searching for him with an unlikely companion, Morgana
Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Morgana (Merlin)
Comments: 7
Kudos: 59





	The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend

**Author's Note:**

> Hi! This is my first ever fic and I’m really excited to post it! I had lots of fun writing it and I really hope you enjoy!
> 
> This is based off of a tumblr post I made a while back: https://imqueerwitch.tumblr.com/post/619138865506238464/hear-me-out 
> 
> And special thanks to @sneakyboymerlin on tumblr for the title and some plot ideas!

Merlin was late. Again.

It wasn’t his fault he slept in!

It wasn’t his fault that bandits attacked on patrol yesterday and despite the fact that Merlin saved Arthur.

Again.

And even though he dislocated his shoulder when one particularly rude bandit decided to shove him against a tree, Arthur thought he was ‘acting like a girl’ and made him polish every knight's armour and boots.

Gaius gave him the eyebrow when he rushed out the door but handed him breakfast anyways.

Merlin was thinking up new insults to call the King as he got Arthur’s breakfast tray from the kitchens, letting his body move automatically towards the chambers.

Merlin, because he was in a particular mood today, decided to slam the metal tray down onto the table in order to wake up Arthur.

“Rise a-“ He turned towards the bed and it was already made. “Oh shit”

This has happened before. Only a handful of times but it always meant one thing.

Arthur was pissed.

Which meant that he would have to deal with George all day trying to ‘teach’ Merlin how to properly arrange the king’s wardrobe and then a very vigorous training session to follow.

Merlin winced at the thought. He had to find Arthur if only to save his own skin.

Finding Arthur was a bit of a problem. Merlin checked everywhere. The armoury, the training field, council room, even the tavern! He’d asked some of the guards that liked him and no one had seen him leave the castle.

He hadn’t even shown up to meet the new knight trainees. Thankfully Leon took care of that but even he didn’t know where Arthur was.

Which usually meant only one thing. Morgana.

Merlin cursed. He knew she’d been too quiet lately! He should’ve seen something like this coming.

Maybe he should ask Kilgharrah but that night just be the worst idea yet. All he’d do is talk in circles and say I told you so about ‘the witch’.

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

Merlin isn’t sure he could get ready faster. Within the hour his horse (and Arthur’s) are packed and he’s on his way to confront Morgana.

He packed the age reversal potion just in case Emrys needed to make an appearance.

His mind is filled with everything that Arthur could be put through right now. Is he already dead?

Merlin decides that he must be alive because it’s so like him to torture Merlin like this. He’s probably drinking tea with Morgana and filling her in with the latest gossip.

But knowing Morgana she probably poisoned his tea.

He realized how much he missed Lancelots company. He could’ve come with him and made sure Merlin didn’t do anything too reckless. At least Merlin would have someone to talk to about all of this. He missed his friend.

Merlin made Llamrei ride faster.

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

The ride felt too short. Too inconsequential for the battle he knew would soon happen here.

Before Merlin could consider changing his appearance he spited Morgana, huddled over a cauldron. Probably making something to kill Arthur with.

“Morgana!” Shit. Merlin did not mean to do that.

She startled and dropped the wooden spoon in the cauldron. She glared at the intruder only to increase its ferocity when she saw it was Merlin.

“Really Merlin? I know you and Arthur are thick but I didn’t think he’d try to distract me with you or all people.” Her eyes turned gold and he was thrown off his horse alongside everything else in the area.

“Where is he?!” Merlin shouted. He tried to get up but Morgana held him in place with her magic.

He really should’ve gone disguised. At least then he could use magic. But he was also grateful that he didn’t have to endure the landing with old bones.

“Where did you take Arthur?!” He tried again.

This time Morgana looked surprised but quickly hid it behind a frown.

“I don’t have Arthur. Why would I have him?!”

“Yes you do! Take me to him!”

“I don’t have Arthur! But maybe I should kill you now while we’re here. It’s certainly save me a lot of headaches.”

There was a moment of silence when what they were saying kicked in.

“You. Don’t have Arthur?” Merlin questioned. “Where is he then?”

“I don’t know Merlin! Do you think if I had Arthur right now I’d be here instead of there gloating to his stupid face.”

Merlin paused. This is it then. Arthur is missing and Morganas going to kill him and then Arthur will die and magic will never be free and Albion will be-

“Do you want some soup?” Morgana let him move.

“Wait what?” Merlin looked at the cauldron and quickly realizing that it is actually soup. Not some gross troll inspired potion to turn all of Camelot into ruins.

“Did you really think I was going to kill you Merlin?” She smiled.

He relaxed and moved closer to the soup. It did smell good. Better than what Gauis always makes.

“Besides you’re much more valuable to me alive.” Morgana laugher. She gave Merlin his soup and makes a show out of eating hers before going into her small hut.

Once Merlin knew it was safe he took a bite. Definitely better than Gauis’ soup.

“So you really don’t have Arthur?” He asked again.

“For the last time Merlin. no. How would that make sense anyways?” Merlin stares at the handcuffs attached to the wall as he sits down “Camelot would never bow to me when they can’t see that Arthur is dead themselves.”

Merlin shifted. Morganas hut is different from what he remembered. Not that he remembered much. It seemed to be less scary sorceress and more lonely witch.

“Eat more.” She ordered. “You’re skin and bones. Honeslty does My brother feed you at all? It’s a wonder you haven’t dropped dead yet.”Merlin went to defend himself but she continued, “we both know you’re half the reason I’m not on the throne. You’re loyalty is both aggravating and admirable.”

The silence and overwhelming uncomfortableness forced him to get up to leave.

“Where are you going?” Morgana asked, as if sharing lunch with her enemy was a weekly occurrence.

“To...Find Arthur?”

“Good. I’ll just be a moment” She started shoving things into a pack, and before he knew it, was strapping it to Arthur’s horse, Hengroen.

“You’re not coming.” Merlin put himself in front of the horse.

She laughed. “Just try to stop me Merlin”

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

“We don’t even know who took him. Where are you going?” Merlin wouldn’t admit it but it took him much longer than it should’ve to realize that Morgana was his only lead and they’ve been riding aimlessly.

Morgana wouldn’t look at him. “ I used a tracking spell”

Merlin stared at her. “Don’t you need something from him to track?”

“Since when do you know anything about magic?” Morgana scowled.

“... Gauis” Now Merlin was the one that wouldn’t look at her.

Morgana clearly didn’t approve.

“You don’t need to lie to me. I know you have magic Merlin”

He fell off his horse. “What?! No I don’t!” He shouted.

Morgana giggled. Giggled. Morgana.

“Arthur may be blind but I am not. Did you really think I would tell you about my magic if I didn’t think you understood ?” Morganas face was now stone.

Merlin was speechless. His arms were shaking as he climbed back atop Llamrei.

Morgana knew. She knew all along.

“Why am I still alive?” He could barely make out a whisper. 

“I don’t kill my own. I’m not like Uther.” Her hatred was clear.

Merlin understood to a degree.

Uther was a tyrant. He killed thousands without mercy. Women. Children. Entire races. His hatred poisoned Albion. It poisoned people like Morgana. Who had to hide in fear of who they were. Who were forced to watch people burn for crimes they did not commit while their pleas landed on empty ears.

But Uther was Arthur’s father. And for that reason alone Merlin tried to save him.

“I’m sorry” Merlin didn’t know what for specifically, for Uther, for lying to her, for poisoning her, for her exile, but he needed to say something.

“I didn’t ask for your pity. I forgave you for that a long time ago.” She nudged her horse to go faster.

Merlin wondered if this meant Morgana could foresake destiny and become good again.

“Still pissed about the poison though!” She called back.

Maybe not. 

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

The ride was quiet, as a chill filled the air and a sunset glow covered the forest.

“We’ll stop here.” Morgana hoped off the horse and dusted off her dress.

Merlin wanted to protest but he knew that the horses needed rest and it would create more problems later if they continued on.

Instinctually he took care of the horses, set out the bed rolls and gathered nearby wood for a fire.

When he returned, Morgana was grooming Hengroen and everything else had been set up. A pot of water and potatos was boiling despite no fire underneath.

Merlin gave her a look he was sure Gaius would be very proud of.

Morgana just shrugged.” You were taking too long”

She moved to sit beside him as he laid out the wood.

“Go on then” she shoved.

“Go on what?”

“Make a fire”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“You really are an idiot aren’t you?”

“Hey!”

“ with magic!”

Merlin stared at her.

“You want me” she nodded. “To use magic” Another nod. “ to make a fire?”

“Do you not know the spell?” Her entire demeanour changed from teasing to thoughtful.

“What?”

“It didn’t even occur to me! I was born with magic, that’s why it comes so easy to me, but someone like you, who had no one to teach you, I didn’t realize you wouldn’t know some spells! Here I’ll teach y-”

“ I know the spell” he interrupted.

Morgana didn’t know. Well she knew but she thought Merlin didn’t have much power.

“Oh good. Go on then.” Morgana leaned back and waited.

His rubbed his hands on his trousers before turning to the pile of wood.

“Forbearnan” Merlins eyes glowed gold and a small flame appeared.

Morgana looked way too pleased with herself.

Instead of focusing on whatever that meant, he worked on adding ingredients to the stew.

When he tried it, it was almost sweet but the flavour was not unpleasant so he continued as he would normally. It took him a moment to place the flavour.

“Morgana did you a-“ he stopped when he saw her tense and hold her hands into a battle stance.

Merlin had barely a moment to prepare himself as bandits attacked on all sides.

Morganas eyes flowed as the wind picked up around them.

“Merlin you idiot! Do something!” She yelled, her voice barely audible in the storm.

With a flash of gold Excalibur was off Hengroens saddle and in his hand. With a party to the right he was able to kill one of the attacking bandits.

No. Not bandits. Bandits didn’t have chain mail and capes. He saw a flash of blue and his stomach dropped.

They were in Cenreds kingdom. His knights were known to be the most brutal in the land.

He was thankful for all of Arthur’s extra training when he was able to duck a blow that would’ve sliced his head clean off. He pushed roots out of the ground to trip them. He spaced a glance towards the witch.

Morgana caught his gaze and soon they were back to back. The wind began to slow. Arrows were starting to make their way through. Morganas breath was heavy as she forced the knights away from the pair.

Merlin made the only kind of decision he can, a quick one that would probably cost him greatly in the future.

“Morgana! Take it!” He tossed her Excalibur as he brought branches down and used vines to trap the attackers. He was careful to say the incantations out loud. Goddess forbid Morgana find out the true extent of his powers.

The battle died down. Several knights had retreated, whether out of fear or for reinforcements, either way Merlin was glad they were gone.

His magic was alive. He rarely got the opportunity to use his magic so freely in battle and he could see Morgana felt the same.

She was still catching her breath but she was grinning from ear to ear. She looked at Excalibur in amazement and ran a hand through her tangled hair.

Despite being covered in mud and blood, her dress torn and her hair a mess, Morgana was still one of the most beautiful women Merlin had ever met.

He smiled at her. This was the Morgana he remembered from what seemed a lifetime ago. She was powerful and not just because of her magic.

Morgana turned to him and her face fell. ”Merlin!”

Morgana rushed to his side.

Confused, he took a step towards her, only to fall onto his knees.

“You do not get to die today merlin!” She nearly growled. “You do not get to survive those fucking serkets and die from....this!”

Merlin was still confused. His hands checked for injury, once steady were now shaking and covered in blood. The adrenaline that was keeping him moving was slowly fading and he felt sharp pain from his chest.

A small dagger was still imbedded there, blade three quarters of the way in. It had hit his heart.

His breath faltered. He gripped the handle, wanting to pull it out but he knew that it would only make him die faster. Gaius taught him better.

He was going to die and he was never going to see Gauis again. He would never see Arthur again! Or his mother or the knights! He would never see Aithusa grow into her power. He would never witness Albion.

At some point in all of this, Morgana had put her hands on the dagger. Her eyes were closed and she was whispering words of the old religion.

“ Ic ðe ðurhhæle ðinu licsar mid ðam sundorcræft ðære ealdan æ. Drycræft ðurhhæle ðina wunda ond ðe geedstaðolie”

Merlin gasped as she ripped the blade out of him. He could barely think as warm blood covered his hands and his body.

Some twisted part of him was glad he was going to die if only to prevent having to clean his tunic. Blood stains were impossible to get out.

“- hear me? I will haul your ass out of Avalon and kill you myself! After all you’ve done to me I get to kill you! Not some knight with half a brain and a cheese knife!” Morgana ripped his neckerchief off and pressed it against his chest.

He could feel her magic begin to seal the wound. His vision started to go black.

No no no no. I need to stay awake! We need to go get...

“Arth-“

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

Merlin startled awake. The forest was dark, illuminated only by a small fire beside him.

Morgana was staring into the flames, a strange look on her face as she poked it with a stick.

He tried to sit up and noticed his shirt was off, revealing bandages around the stab wound.

As he shuffled a pain rose in his chest again. He muttered curses.

Morganas head snapped towards him. “You’re awake.”

“Thanks for noticing.” He nodded as she tossed a water skin to him. After finishing it off, “ how long was I out?”

“a few hours. Wasn’t expecting you up this soon.” she stabbed the fire again.

“Thank you...” he cleared his throat “for... saving me.”

“I can’t let you die.” Merlin smiles at her words. “We need to find my brother first. And then I’ll kill you”

Merlin knew she wasn’t genuine. It would save her trouble if he died. Maybe Morgana could truly be good.

He groaned as he shuffled closer to the fire.

As he looked into the flames he could almost see glimpses of the past. His failures and his battles.

He felt cold without his usual tunic and neckerchief but felt a shudder for a different reason.

The sounds of the forest and the crackle of the fire washed over himself as he drifted off.

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

Merlin was shook awake.

Morgana was crouched over him, tunic in hand.

“I let you sleep in but we have to get going soon”

He drowsily accepted the tunic and put it on. The fabric was much finer and the colours were more saturated than anything he owned so it must’ve been Arthur’s. It wasn’t like he was using it. .

He noticed Morgana had also changed into Some of Arthur’s clothes. Merlin had packed a few outfits because Arthur liked wear fresh clothes even on a hunt.

It reminded him of when Arthur, Gwen and Morgana joined him to protect Ealdor.

Except. “Why didn’t you pull your hair back?” Morgana scowled. “So it won’t be in your face if we run into more of those knights.”

“I don’t know how.” She sighed. “Gwen... I always had someone else to do it.”

“I could do it” he shrugged. Morgana was taken back.

“You... could do it?” She furrowed her brows

“I used to braid my mothers hair. There’s a brush in Arthur’s bag.” She smirked. “ don’t tell him I told you that” he pleaded.

“Fine. I’ll let you do my hair. For practical reasons of course.”

“Of course.” He nodded. Morgana sat in front of him and he got to work.

Morgana closed her eyes and relaxed.

“I used to braid Gwen’s hair whenever we would have our gossip sessions.” Morgana straightens at the mention of Gwen but doesn’t say anything. “ I would ‘get’ out of duties and meet her in the gardens. She always had a blanket prepared and I would steal some food from Arthur’s plate. Make some comment about his weight.”

Morgana laughed. Merlin smiled and kept going “ we would talk about everything going on in the castle. It was especially fun when nobles visited. Their servants always had the best things to say.” Warmth bubbled in his chest at the memories.

“What do you mean used to?” Her voice was almost a whisper. Like she wanted to hear more but was afraid to ask.

“When Arthur started courting her” morgana made a gag noise that Merlin rolled his eyes at (even though he smiled). “Rumours started of her having an affair. With me. Arthur found out and made us stop meeting. Said that it was ‘unbecoming of a future king to have his intended gallivanting with another man’”

Morgana scoffed, “ doesn’t he know you’re not interested?”

Merlin shrugged but paused when he picked something out of her hair. “Is this... snake skin?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Honestly Morgana. You’re a high priestess you should take care of yourself better.”

“Don’t tell me what to do Merlin.” She growled.

“I’m just saying no one fears someone with snake skin...and someone else’s hair. Please tell me that’s not Arthur’s.” he showed the chunk of blonde hair to her. She quickly snatched it.

“It’s not Arthur’s.” Merlin nodded, only now he was confused as to whose hair it was. Probably Morgause. He realized and suddenly wished he hadn’t said anything.

“Who do people fear?” He prompted.

“Uther.” Morgana spat out.

“Right that was to be expected” he muttered to himself. “But if Uther had suddenly looked ragged people would start to wonder if he’d gone insane or soft. You need to look like you’re in control. Show them that magic didn’t make you crazy but that you’re as sane as ever but now you’re even more powerful.”

Why am I even doing this? He thought. 

“I see your point.” Morgana said thoughtfully. “If I am to be queen of Camelot I need to look the part.”

Never going to happen, but at least she’s got the idea.

“I do have to say the greens and blacks you’ve been wearing bring out your eyes. Really highlights the blood thirsty look”

Morganas hair is all brushed out and a wave of nostalgia washes over him. How she used to be before Morgause changed her. No, he thought with a sinking feeling, before he betrayed her. Before the poison. When he allowed her to feel helpless and alone. When he refused to help her because of what some ancient lizard told him.

He shakes himself out of the moment and begins to do one of Gwens favourite braids.

Morgana reaches into her pack and pulls out an apple. Merlin was used to not eating for long periods of time so he forgot the stew was destroyed by the knights.

Wait. “Morgana?” He tries to act casual.

“Merlin?” She mocks him.

“Did you put blueberries in the stew?”

She quickly turned to face him. “You ate that?”

“Of cour-“

“How are you alive?” Her brain seemed to be racing for answers.

“I ask myself that everyday” he said to himself, as he tied of the end of her hair. He paused “Did you try to poison the stew?! I thought we had a truce!”

“I never agreed to such terms.” She said, matter of factly. “I thought the blueberries would kill you.”

“Why would they? They’re my favouri-“ a look of realization flashed on his face.

“ARTHUR” they both cursed.

“That arse!” “That liar!”

~<>~<>~<>~<>~

They had been riding for hours without break. Morgana, leading them with her tracking spell.

If Merlin was right they were nearing one of the parts of the forest he picked herbs for Gaius in. Which meant they were close to Camelot.

Was Arthur in Camelot still? Did Merlin really run off to look for a part that wasn’t even missing?

The forest started to look more and more familiar.

“ are you sure it’s leading you in the right wa-“

Morgana shushed him. He frowned.

He was worried about Arthur and spending the last few days with morgana in the woods did not help.

“Excuse me! I put up with enough of this with Arthur-“

She shushed him again, this time with a silencing spell, which did not help his mood. He crossed his arms.

A flap of wings broke him out of his mood. A rather familiar set of wings.

The witch got off her horse and was pushing her ways through the trees.

And of course Morgana has put a silencing spell on him! He couldn’t even use his dragon lord powers to stop him from killing her on the spot. Although that might make things easier in the long run.

The warlock tried to get her attention but she simply hopped off the horse and followed her. 

Wait. He had magic. Merlin was glad Arthur wasn’t here. His eyes glowed as he wordlessly cast the counterspell. 

Shit! Where did she go? 

“Morgana!” He yelled into the woods, hopping over a log and pushing branches away.“ you better not die yet! We still need to find- ARTHUR!”

His eyes widened. Arthur was there. ARTHUR. WAS THERE. In all his golden-royal-prat-ness. 

Arthur who seemed more concerned that Morgana and Merlin were there than the GREAT DRAGON BEHIND HIM. In fact he seemed quite pissed at the pair. 

“YOU PRAT” “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!” Morgana and Merlin screamed. 

Arthur was taken back. 

“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG YOU WERE GONE?” Morgana shouted. 

“THREE. THREE DAYS” Merlin finished. 

“WITH HER” “WITH HIM” 

The both pointed angrily at each other. 

“And you!!” Merlin focused his attention to Kilgharrah. “You’re a useless fucking lizard did you know that? Couldn’t even give us a hint? No. You just had to make me wander around for days with OUR ENEMY. Where’s Merlin? Oh just rotting somewhere in the forest! Who cares what he has to do! Kilgarah has to only KIDNAP THE KING!” 

Morgana looked at him questioningly. 

Arthur just casually turned to Kilgharrah. “I didn’t know you had a name.” 

“You never asked, My King.” The dragon said. 

Merlin was going to scream out of frustration. Morgana seemed more amused. 

“And what did you ask him?! My lord.” Merlin crossed his arms. 

“Kilgah-“ “Kilgharrah” “-was just telling me some interesting things about the state of my kingdom. Care to share anything Merlin?” Arthur seemed to mock him as he crossed his arms. 

He knows. Arthur knows. Is what Merlin thought but what came out is-“ the guards are rubbish! They need to be trained better! Did you know I snuck past them once by just rolling a barrel o-“ 

“That’s enough Merlin” Arthur sighed. 

“No keep going Merlin. I’m very interested to hear this.” Morgana's teasing reminded them that it wasn’t just them in the clearing. 

“I'll get to you later!” Arthur said pointedly to her. 

“But you!” Merlin blushed when Arthur put all of his attention into him. “Why didn’t you tell me you had magic?” 

Arthur almost sounded… desperate. 

“ I was born with it” Merlin stated. 

“I know that you complete dolt!” Arthur sighed. “What do you think I’ve been talking to Kalgarah-“

“Kilgharrah”

“-here about?” Arthur glared at him. “ did it ever cross your tiny brain that I could’ve helped?” He said slowly. 

Arthur knew. And Merlin was still there. He wasn’t executed or banished. Yet. His brain helpfully added. He wanted to help. 

“Magic is illeg- what do you mean help? I help you!”

“Well you wouldn’t have to do it alone if you told me any of this! My father, the sword, ba-“

He wasn’t mad about the magic. He was mad about the lies. Merlins heart fluttered. He tried to stop from laughing. He hid his magic for years. And Arthur didn’t even care! 

He started crying. He wasn’t sure if it was out of happiness, relief or frustration that he had been suffering for no reason, but here he was with his goofy grin, crying. 

“I’ve been trying to repeal the ban! It would be anarchy if we did it all at once! You were there when we welcome the druids- Merlin?” The King frowned. 

“You broke him” Morgana laughed. She was lounging on a large rock and avoiding glares from the dragon. 

“I didn’t break him!” Arthur was sure of it. He turned to the dragon “Right?” Pretty sure. 

The dragon laughed. Apparently dragons can laugh. “ Worry not my king. The young warlock has survived worse.”

Merlin was able to break out of it to shoot him a dirty look. 

Arthur groaned and cradled his head. “Everything that comes out of your mouth Kilmaraah makes things worse.” 

“Ki-“ 

“I don’t fucking care what the dragons name is!” Arthur yelled. Merlin froze. “I care that my best f- my manservant! Has been lying to me for years and running around Camelot doing who knows what! I care that everyone has betrayed me and yet you still hide from me Merlin!” His voice choked up. 

“Arthur I-“

“No! We are not doing this here. We-“ he motioned towards himself and Merlin. “- are going home. We are going to sit down and discuss loyalty and apparently the state of the guards. And you-“ he pointed to Morgana, “- are going back to whatever castle or cave you’ve been holed up in and work on whatever evil plan you have to take over my kingdom.”

Arthur strode over to the warlock and grabbed him by the collar. He put him onto his horse and quickly mounted in front of him. 

Arthur turned towards the dragon, who had a smile on his face. “I hope we never meet again.” 

He turned towards the witch, “I know we’ll meet again. Stay safe Morgana” 

“Yeah that’s likely.” Morgana huffed. 

With that, Arthur rode off to Camelot. 

And if when they got there the two stayed locked in the king's chamber for two days, nobody spoke of it because they were focused on the return of magic.

**Author's Note:**

> I do realize it kinda comes of ass Merlin/Morgana-y but that’s only because I’m a lesbian who is in love with her and any attempt to do that for Arthur would be really awkward. You could read it as that or as Merthur or no ships it doesn’t really matter to me.


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